It must have been coming from one of the vessels, for it was full of strange-looking boxes and packages.

A fine-looking nervous horse was drawing it, and he was straining every nerve to get it up the steep hill.

His driver was a burly, hard-faced man, and instead of letting his horse stop a minute to rest he kept urging him forward.

The poor horse kept looking at his master, his eyes almost starting from his head in terror.

He knew that the whip was about to descend on his quivering body.